Profondo Glosso: Wright Falters with Glossy, Pseudo-Feminist Ghost Story
Opening upon joyful musical reverie and descending into vibrant color palettes, Edgar Wright’s attempt at...
The thrill of meeting Marjane Satrapi reminded me of being 6 years old at Disney Land when I met the living, breathing Cinderella. Except Cinderella was an actress with a blond wig and Marjane is the real woman behind her autobiographical graphic novel, turned movie, “Persepolis”. The distinctive mole on her nose and her dark sultry eyes rose off the page and appeared in front of me, smoking and speaking with a French accent.